"When
you was tellin' about Mr. Stubbs yesterday I thought you meant
someone belonging to the company. You ought to have seen my wife
Lilly shake with laughing when I told her who Mr. Stubbs was!"
"Yes," said Toby, at a loss to know just what to say, "I should
think she would shake when she laughs."
"She does," replied the skeleton. "If you could see her when
something funny strikes her you'd think she was one of those big
plates of jelly that they have in the bakeshop windows." And Mr.
Treat looked proudly at the gaudy picture which represented his
wife in all her monstrosity of flesh. "She's a great woman, Toby,
an' she's got a great head."
Toby nodded his head in assent. He would have liked to say something
nice regarding Mrs. Treat, but he really did not know what to say,
so he simply contented himself and the fond husband by nodding.
"She thinks a good deal of you, Toby," continued the skeleton, as
he moved his chair to a position more favorable for him to elevate
his feet on the edge of the counter, and placed his handkerchief
under him as a cushion; "she's talking of you all the time, and
if you wasn't such a little fellow I should begin to be jealous of
you -- I should, upon my word."
"You're -- both -- very -- good," stammered Toby, so weighted down
by a sense of the honor heaped upon him as to be at a loss for
words.
"An' she wants to see more of you.
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